East of Proudmoore Keep and north of Alliance Square lay a broad, open stretch of land.
In Boralus, where every inch of land was worth a fortune, leaving land unused was an enormous waste.
What puzzled every merchant from overseas was that all the great families and merchants' guilds of Kul Tiras treated this vacant land with respect. None dared set their sights on it.
They entered the cemetery.
Guards stopped Rowan and David.
Rowan produced the purple-and-gold insignia that marked him as the leader of the Second Fleet, and the guards immediately stood in solemn respect.
The two soldiers looked toward the purple banner fluttering ahead, then lowered their weapons and let them through.
David had little opinion of this young noble who acted so familiar with him. After entering the cemetery, he registered according to procedure.
An attendant of the Heroes' Cemetery led David to the burial ground for the fallen. Rowan and his companions followed close behind.
Gray-white headstones stood in rows all around them. For hundreds of years, every soldier of Kul Tiras who had died bravely in battle had been laid to rest here.
Death brought Rowan no fear. There was nothing sinister about the vast cemetery; courage and glory filled this place instead.
Following the accompanying soldier's instructions, David carefully laid the remains of Sasin, a cleric of the Holy Light, to rest.
Afterward, the guard granted David's request, and David used his greatsword to carve Sasin's name into the headstone.
When the simple ceremony ended, David fell to both knees, clutched the headstone, and sobbed uncontrollably.
No one was made of iron. War might fail to break a soldier's body, but it would find other ways to shatter a hero's soul.
Rowan could not understand how David felt. He quietly turned away and